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chaos would erupt if that occurred.
                Dumping his purchases in the trunk, he got into the car and pulled out the cell phone. Despite the late hour, it was answered on the third ring.
                “Harry.”
                “Viharrud? Yarrolam.”
                The Ruinos on the other end automatically switched to their native language. “What is wrong? Why are you calling me from a strange number?”
                Yarrolam quickly filled him in on the details, including the most important one.
                “Viharrud, I smell her.”
                The other Ruinos didn’t hesitate. “Praise the heavens! When I first learned Jebaral had found his mate, I knew it was only a matter of time before we all do. Hopefully. I am delighted for your good luck, my friend!”
                “Do not thank me until this is over, and I have claimed her.” Yarrolam took a deep breath. “I do not have access to my home computer. I am late transmitting this quarter’s funds.”
                “I will notify the others of your circumstance. What is your next plan of action?”
                “My first need is to protect Cherron. One part of me says to go back and search for the person behind the attack. But another part of me warns that doing so puts me at greater risk of discovery.” And if his secret was discovered, his chances of protecting her would disappear.
                “Call me if you need help,” Viharrud told him. Yarrolam expected his old friend to extend the offer. Still, he felt better hearing it.
                “I will.”
                “Call me tomorrow to update me on your progress.”          
                “I will,” Yarrolam promised again, and closed their connection.
                Cherron was waiting for him when he arrived back at the motel. Once he entered the room, she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him.
                “I worried the whole time you were gone,” she admitted.
                He couldn’t keep from putting his hands on her shoulders. Or from pressing his nose against her wet hair and taking a deep breath, drawing her fresh, lilac scent into his lungs and into his bloodstream.
                His body reached for her, and the first tentative urge to take her swept over him. He knew, as did all the other Ruinos, the details regarding Jebaral and Hannah. Jebaral had shared those details with the rest of them, as they would need to know what to expect in the event they also came across a human who might be their life mate.
                He scoured his memory for the information. Her scent had been the first indicator. There would be other clues. But the deciding factor would be to claim her physically. To make love with her. If she was truly his, afterwards a blood line would form in his arm, and he would have his proof positive. That unquestionable mark was one all Ruinos would accept without hesitation.
                He closed his eyes. Unfortunately, there would be no lovemaking tonight, nor in the immediate future.
                He had to go. He had to get out the room, away from Cherron’s alluring scent. Put some distance between them so he could think.
                More than that, he needed to shed his human skin. For the past hour he’d fought the urge to change. It was worse than an irresistible itch. It was rapidly growing into a craving he knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore much longer.
                Pulling her away from him, he gazed down at her. With her makeup gone, and her thick black hair framing her face, she was incredibly beautiful. She looked up at him with those unusual eyes, waiting for him to say something.
                “Call me paranoid, but I want to take a look around outside. I